| We’re having a revolution
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| In apartment 29
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| Someone brought bazookas
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| Someone’s chilling wine
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| We’re having a revolution
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| We meet on tuesday nights
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| We’re rapping out our strategy
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| We’re hot-to-trotskyites
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| We got the propaganda
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| We got the plans and the maps
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| We’ll write a manifesto
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| Just after chips and pesto
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| And sleep on the railroad tracks.
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| We got your infiltrators, perpetrators,
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| Skinheads, pinheads, commie creeps
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| Infants and seniors and the nouveau riche
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| The homeless and the combless
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| And the chicks from the beach.
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| We got the software and the hardware,
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| We got the codes and the keys.
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| And the beer is imported,
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| We refuse to be thwarted
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| Gonna bring the man down to his knees
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| Gonna bring the man down to his knees
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| We gwineta do what we fawkking please.
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| We’re having a revolution
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| Across all party lines.
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| We got more problems than solutions
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| But no one seems to mind.
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| We’re having a revolution
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| In apartment 29
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| Reciting marx and lenin
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| And squeezing up the limes
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| We’re having a revolution
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| And we’re having it right now
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| There may be blood and bullets… |